The alarm rang. Lillian glanced at her phone before finally getting ready to pack up. The table was a complete mess-storyboards and character notes scattered everywhere.
The glass door swung open.
A pair of long legs strode straight toward her.
Then, he crouched down and started gathering the papers with her.
Lillian looked up, catching Conrad staring at her sketches. Curious, she asked, “Do you even understand what you’re looking at?”
“Director Lillian, I’m simply admiring your drawing skills.”
Ah, so he was still hung up on the fact that she had never drawn him.
Amused, Lillian suddenly lifted his chin, tilting his face from side to side as if examining him.
Conrad froze, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly as he met her probing gaze. “Lillian, if you’re teasing me like this… are you trying to flirt with me?”
Lillian squinted thoughtfully. “Wow. Never mind.”
She lowered her head, about to continue packing, when suddenly, her wrist was seized. Before she could react, she was yanked forward, pulled flush against him, her back pressed against the desk.
Startled, she braced her hands against his chest. “Hey! There are people outside! What do you think you’re doing?”
Conrad caged her in, hands braced on either side of her waist. Raising an eyebrow, he drawled, “Oh~ So what you’re saying is… if no one were around, then a little workplace misconduct would be acceptable?”
“I take my work very seriously,” he continued. “Brown Family Group has a strict no-fraternization policy.”
Lillian pretended to ponder. “Oh, well then, I won’t make things difficult for Mr. Conrad.”
Conrad sighed dramatically. “But now that, Director Lillian, you are technically my direct superior… and considering I have an eighty-year-old grandmother and a five-year-old child to support… making a small sacrifice doesn’t seem like such a big deal.”
As he spoke, he leaned in.
Five years without a single kiss.
Panicking, Lillian instinctively grabbed a piece of paper from the desk, attempting to shove it between them.
But Conrad was faster-his hand closed around her wrist in an instant, while his other arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her tightly against him.
When his lips finally met hers, his breath was uneven, his hands trembling as he gently cradled her face.
Lillian nearly drowned in his fervor.
His kiss was desperate but not rough. At first, both of them had thought it would feel awkward. But as soon as their lips met, their bodies’ muscle memory kicked in faster than their brains could process.
The office was filled with intimate sounds as Conrad guided her hand down.
Lillian turned her head away and struggled. “We need to pick up Jasmine.”
He wanted to say, “Can we skip it and let Ford go instead?”
But then he caught sight of the silver sheen on her lips, the flush on her cheeks. His Adam’s apple bobbed.
“Fine,” he murmured, voice hoarse. “Can I at least put this on credit? We’ll continue tonight.”
“You’re really pushing your luck, huh?” Lillian huffed as she tried to break free. “If we’re late picking her up, I’m not taking the blame for you.”
“If she knew she was interrupting me, she’d rather walk home with her little backpack.”
Not like it would be her first time running away from home. She was practically a pro at it-hopping into a cab, pulling out a wad of cash, announcing she was off to find her mom.
Lillian glanced down at the very obvious bulge straining against his pants and deliberately teased, “Alright, I’m leaving now. If you want to go out like this and have people call you a perv, that’s on you.”
Conrad narrowed his eyes.
So that was her game-threatening him with this, huh?
Without hesitation, he grabbed her from behind. “Mm, then how about you cover for me, Director Lillian?”
“You sure about that?” She smirked. “Because this seems like it’d only make things worse.”
The thought of his stamina in bed made Lillian’s heart race.
Wait-hold on. Something was seriously wrong here.
This was only her first day at Brown Family Group, and this man was already breaking all the rules?
At this rate, was he going to invite her to the lounge for a ‘ nap’ tomorrow?
In fact, Conrad was already planning.
Should he buy condoms?
Would he have time to get them now?
Damn, the ones on the market were all so small. Way too tight.
But if he didn’t use one, would Lillian agree?
He was still in his prime, sure, but he already had Jasmine. If she got pregnant, it’d mess up her work.
Would she just kick him to the curb?
His mind spiraled in a dozen different directions.
By the time he stepped into the elevator, his gaze kept drifting toward Lillian.
Lillian, on the other hand, was determined to keep her distance.
If Mr. Conrad wanted to embarrass himself, that was his business. She had no intention of going down with him.
He casually draped his suit jacket over his arm, using it to shield his predicament.
But his tailored dress pants left no room for error. The tight fit only made things worse.
******
For the past two days, Jasmine had been glued to Lillian, insisting on sharing her bed, while Conrad had been unusually restrained.
When Lillian returned to her room to pack, a sense of unease crept in, prompting her to push open the hidden door.
It was her first time venturing through it, and to her surprise, it led directly to Conrad’s bedroom.
The layout mirrored hers, but he had merged the master bedrooms, creating an expansive, open space.
The bedroom was dark, but faint sounds came from the living room.
Lillian tiptoed in and saw photos of herself projected on the screen.
Conrad sat in the sprawling sofa area, silently watching.
A pang of guilt hit Lillian-had she been neglecting him these past few days?
She was about to ask if he was hungry or wanted a late-night snack when she noticed him tilting his head back, his shirt hanging loosely open.
The sharp line of his Adam’s apple caught her eye, and a rhythmic sound filled the room.
It was urgent and rapid.
Accompanied by his heavy breaths and the swift motion of his right arm.
Lillian’s eyelids flickered as the scene clicked in her mind.
This damn man!
Just as she turned to leave, Conrad’s eyes snapped open, locking onto hers.
Before she could react, he patted the sofa and beckoned her over. “Come here.”
Lillian stiffened for a split second, then spun around to bolt. But before she could take two steps, Conrad-quick and predatory-grabbed her wrist and hauled her over his shoulder.
“Bedroom or living room?”
He posed the question casually, but Lillian, perched on his shoulder, dug her toes into his loose waistband and protested, “Not the bedroom!”
“Living room it is.”
In the next instant, the world tilted as she was flung onto the leather sofa. The cushion bounced her back, and she could still feel the warmth where he had just masturbated moments ago. His hand was still…
Lillian scrambled to get up, but her legs were yanked back.
“Conrad!”
He drew a deep breath. “I’ve been holding back from seeing you, but now you’ve walked right into my trap. Don’t blame me.”
As he spoke, he pinned her with his thigh to keep her from squirming and ripped off his already loose black shirt.
“Conrad!” she hissed, feigning anger.
The muscles beneath his wolf tattoo flexed, and his predatory gaze swept over her legs before settling on her face.
The projector’s faint glow outlined their figures.
Conrad leaned down slowly, and Lillian couldn’t suppress a shiver.
“Conrad!” She warned again, her voice low.
But he wasn’t rushing.
His large hand glided up her leg, brushing against her private parts, feeling how she blossomed under his touch.
His hand trembled as it finally made contact.
“Don’t be afraid. I’ll make you happy.”
She hesitated, still resistant to going further. “You can handle yourself. I won’t disturb you.”
“You already have.” If she hadn’t come, nothing would’ve happened.
He could sleep peacefully after looking at her photos and masturbating as usual, but when she came, he couldn’t let her go.
Her knees were gently parted, and when her toes accidentally brushed against his member, she felt his raw desire. The overwhelming sensation made Lillian bite her lip hard.
Her delicate fingers clutched the pillow as he cupped her folds and took her in completely. Lillian trembled uncontrollably. He had used his hands before, and with his quick movements, she had always fallen apart under his touch.
But this was the first time he used his lips to please her.
“I didn’t wash it,” Lillian murmured, her voice shaking, tears glistening at the corners of her eyes.
Conrad raised his head, licking the edge of his lips. “Sweet. I like it.”
Lillian stared at him, towering over her like an unconquerable mountain, her legs draped over his shoulders.
He was patient, carefully testing her, seeing if her responses after five years still mirrored those from before.
He used every skill to pleasure her.
Until she was so overwhelmed that only her arms remained propped on the sofa, the rest of her weight sinking into his hold. Lillian’s head fell back, her body shuddering as if struck by electricity.
In the background, droplets from melting ice slid down the glass, pooling on the table.